Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1887-06-17


a portion of the happenings of the day
before. He heard Polly moving about in
her room. He called her and she was at
his side in q moment He saw at once
what night of agony had been hers, but
she tried to appear cheerful.
"Polly, dear. will you kiss me ~
"Of course, Ned" she said, and did it,
II have something to tell you, Polly,
that am ashamed of, but Pm going to
make it all right"
"It's all right now, Ned, but do trU not
to do itagain," and the little wife began to
beam again.
Give me my coat here, Polly"
She handed it to him. He slowly found
the breast pocket, it was empty; quickly
| he searched every other pocket. A few
trifes only could be found.
my pants, quick ~ he gasped.
The frightened and astonished Polly
obeyed his order. Nothing was found in
them or his vest either.
my God, it's gone ~ he cried and fell
back as If shot.
His wife hung over him and begged to
know his trouble. After a time he told her
all, but assured her that he had determined
to return thejmoney If he could find the
owner and that now he had, in his turn,
lost it.
Two more terror-strcken miserable
souls could hardly be imagined than this
young couple, who, only twenty-four
hours before, had been so happy.
At last the wife tore herself away, to
go down stairs and leave Ned to try and
get some rest and think what he should
do under this new affiiction.
The lamp had burned out in the kitchen.
She moved to and unlocked the door.
Ryan thrust himself in and got between
her and the table, praying in low tones to
all the saiuts in the calender. When both
the shutters of both windows were open
and bright daylight streamed in, she
turned to clear away the disorder. Clutch
ing her by the shoulder, holding her far
away from the table and shiel ding he
from it with his body, he cried:
Don't go nigh ct Don't we see ct !?
TIL divil's bait fur yer sowl lynn ther'.
Sure didn't he sind ct till timpt me TIL
noight! sDon't tech ct, er yer sowls
gomez
"God save us, tn womans crazy dis
thracted She'll vanish in tn blue blazes
loike t Whit ov the tn poipe," he cried
in despair, as Polly, with a scream of joy
grasped the money in both hands and
rushed upstairs, leaving Tim terror-strick-
en- but praying at a forty-knot an-hour
speed for her present and eternal safety.
Ned's sickness was gone in a flash.
Soon both were down stairs giving reas-
surfing and fuller explanations to Tim,
who listened until Ned expressed his
desire to find the owner and restore the
money.
"Wnop! Glory till all tn saints. mas
ther Bud yer the Gacint mon ~ and Ryan
lind his arms about Ned's neck, and was
blub5ering like a big baby, and trying to
dance 1.-THE wind that shakes the barley"
in his clumsy brogans.
"Oim tn bye es kin tell ye. Musha,
didn't Oi thry t. tell We tn day afore Els
thor young mon an his wolfe, er cts tn
mon es lhost the money. He KEN in dis
thracted whollst OF wor ther' wild tn
thrunk, an swore he'd lhost his for
tun' an wor ruinated entirely au' thin
dhropped dead loik"
Bud sure, We wor quar- yersilf, an
wudn't hear a word out'n thu mouth o.
me. Worra musther, but cts tn PROUD
Tim was right. The more than six
thousand dollars was restored to its de-
lighted owner Ned told the truth like
man. Like man he took the five hun
dred dollars pressed upon him as loan
and freed himself from pressing creditors.
The young man who lost and regained
his money Is now great merchant. Ned
, Titus owns many horses and trucks, and
has many employees. Mr.. Timothy Ryan
with fine black suit, a high hat and a
gold watch and chain for Sunday wear,
is Ned's right hand man. Polly is Polly,
she couldn't be bettered.
Often when Tim thinks af all the bene-
fits that have grown from that money and
honest action he mutters: ADJ | wor
kickin' all that around wild me toe, fur a
fut- ball, Els "A queer world ony way,
bud there's good es we'll es bad in et,
praise tn saints.'